Olly shook her head, "I think the Young Master is sleeping very heavily, like he's completely exhausted. I knocked on the door several times, but there was no response."
Scarlett Yates could no longer sit still.
Her expression changed slightly, and she turned to head toward the stairs.
"Wait, Young Madam." Olly chased after her, grabbed her arm, and lowered her voice mysteriously, "Young Madam, it's better not to wake the Young Master. Let him sleep a bit longer. Um... I heard it from my aunt, in times like this, you should make him some restorative soup. My aunt even has the recipe. I'll call her right away and have the kitchen make a pot, so he can drink it when he wakes up."
She emphasized, "This restorative soup is really effective, drink it and you'll feel as good as new."
Scarlett was stunned for a few seconds before she realized that Olly seemed to have misunderstood something.
It was as if a flock of crows flew over her head. Her mouth twitched, "No need."
